Sunday, April 19, 2009

Running with Scissors

I just read a really good, interesting book. Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. I highly recommend it, but it'll make you think. Since its 1:20 AM and I just finished, I'm going to forgo my own summary and just write whats on the sleeve of the book.

"Running with Scissors is the true story of a boy whose mother (a poet with delusions of Anne Sexton) gave him away to be raised by her psychiatrist, a dead ringer for Santa and a lunatic in the bargain. Suddenly, at age twelve, Augusten Burroughs found himself living in a dilapidated Victorian in perfect squalor. The doctor's bizarre family, a few patients, and a pedophile living in the backyard shed completed the tableau. Here, there were no rules; there was no school. The Christmas tree stayed up until summer, and Valium was eaten like Pez. And when things got dull, there was always the vintage electroshock-therapy machine under the stairs....

Running with Scissors is at turns foul and harrowing, compelling and maniacally funny. But above all, it chronicles an ordinary boy's survival under the most extraordinary circumstances."

I read its also been made into a movie. I guess thats the next one to add to the top of the Netflix list!

I think I'm going to start Twilight tomorrow and *hopefully* finish it before its due, as I'm sure I won't be able to renew it with all the holds. With a bit of luck, I'll be able to find out what all the fuss is about.

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